Run: 2026-05-10-01KR91522QMZZG271CJN6PCZAP

Rain fell hard against the glass of the old house. A single light flickered inside the cold and dark hall. Lord Byron lay dead upon the thick red velvet rug. His pale face stared blankly at the high white ceiling. A silver knife rested deep within his cold, still chest. The butler stood near the door with a trembling hand. He held a golden key tight inside his sweaty palm. No one had entered the room through the locked door. The window was open to the wind and the storm. Someone had killed him for the secret in the box.